Lenore's Arrival

[Lenore Sinclair]

((OOC: I'm confused. This response is the same as your previous response or did I miss something??))

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

((OOC: I guess it was. Would have been an accident. My apologies)

[Lenore Sinclair]

((OOC: That's alright! No harm done. I wasn't sure if my post goofed up or if I was just half asleep! )

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

(OOC: Am I then to assume that it is your turn to reply?)

[Lenore Sinclair]

((OOC: Okay. I'm hoping my connection doesn't doof up or that this isn't the wrong reply!))

"But you can already see those... oh..." She saw he was already writing them down. That should have been obvious, but she missed it in her search for books. Lenore looked at the Doctor & felt a shiver creep up her spine upon viewing his expression. In that instant, she knew she would have to fight. She shifted with restless energy as her adrenaline coursed through her veins.

She looked at Mr. Jackal, who was floating upside-down beside her. He was stretching his face in ways faces don't normally stretch. Lenore leaned over and whispered to him.

"What should I do? This guy looks like he'd rather eat me than help me!"

"Shiver his timbers & call him Shirley!"

"How the bloody hell do you shiver timbers anyway?! You're supposed to be helpful! No eggshells for you, mister!" Lenore didn't realize she'd raised her voice to a shout.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

The Doctor looked up over the edges of his spectacles with close to nothing in his expression set aside a vague and bemused curiosity. Nothing startled him anymore at this age and depth of experience. For a moment, he could only glimpse in his mind a curious being that must be wandering somewhere in her head. Why else would she speak to the whispers of the air.

"By a new Asylum Issue of Orders, we must have you sent to the Madame for mental evaluation, although she enjoys her teases and her toils," he said with a posh wave of his hand, sitting back in his chair when his writing was done, "You will be given two choices. Either stay here and I shall perform the task myself, in which I am quick and concise, or you may go and face possibly hours of examination."

He chewed a bit at his cheek as he waited for her response, which put even more of a pucker in his dimple. With the concalment of his lie, his flat lips drew into a thin and pursed line for a moment. While he preached to be fast and formal, the opposite was true. The madame would likely be the speedier one, leaving the venerable doctor to do his pleasingly torturous work.

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore looked at the doctor with a slight frown. She really didn't want to spend anymore time with him than what she had to. However, she also didn't want to be stuck in an exam room for hours being poked, prodded, & having to answer dull questions. The girl looked up at Mr. Jackal, who simply spun like a top while making strange noises with his mouth.

Looking back at the doctor, she answered him with a strange smile and her grey eyes seemed to have a feral spark in them.

"You do it."

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Wonderful" he said, ordering his chasers away with a quiet remark not to be heard by Lenore.

He stood from his desk and rolled back the sleeves of his dress shirt before snatching a white labcoat from his coatrack and shrugging it over his broad but feminine shoulders. He cracked his knuckles, slipped on his gloves, and walked with a purpose to the girl where she sat. He gently grabbed beneath her arm and hauled her up with little effort nor violence. He moved her to sit at a small examination table across the room.

"Here you will sit while I examine your mental instabilities" he said softly

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore tensed when the Doctor pulled her up, expecting the worst. Specifically, spontaneous combustion although she knew deep down that was silly. She still wanted to go through with her plan to escape. The details floated as a concept in her mind before becoming orderly.

First, she must incapacitate the Doctor. Mr. Jackal said she should light him on fire, but she didn't want to kill and although he was stuffy & weird, he didn't seem like a bad person. Secondly, she must... well, she'd run like hell. Run and never look back at this strange place.

"Just don't poke me with needles, sir. They make me think of giant mosquitoes." Lenore laughed light-heartedly.

((OOC: Happy birthday! I hope you had a good one!))

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"I cannot promise that" he turned to a small hutch and opened its glass-paned door to reveal numerous surgical instruments. But before he would begin, he snatched her wrists and bound them down to the straps on the table, and her ankles to the legs so she could shift comfortably but not kick.

"Now. Describe to me exactly how you're feeling just now" he said as he stood before her with an intrigued expression "The longer the better.

[Lenore Sinclair]

"Uncomfortable and unhappy with some confused sprinkled on. I don't quite like being tied down. I have to run and be free like cats and pickle barrels, but I suppose it makes sense. Sort of. Possibly. Maybe. Does this happen to everyone?"

Lenore made herself as comfortable as she could given being strapped to the table. The majority of her mind could not see how being near immobile could affect a mental examination. The only plausible reason could be that the doctor intended to cut her head open, but she doubted it since her head would need to be fixed down.

She looked at Mr. Jackal dubiously for advice, but he simply scratched an ear with his hind leg in an exaggerated manner.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"I.... see..." he murmured, trying not to look perplexed nor amused by the interesting response she prattled off. He grabbed a notepad from the same shelf and withdrew a pencil from his coat pocket. "Care to divulge anymore? Although I can assure you it won't help your explanation in the slightest"

He let out a bitter laugh as he leafed through some old observations of past patients, checking off a few symptoms in his notes. He eyed her a few times with a look of appraisal and awaited her next cryptic answers. His writing was far too absorbing for the man to notice that a small child gently tugged at the knee of his trousers, or for that matter, to have noticed in the slightest that a toddler had entered the room.

The child's hair was red as autumn leaves and his eyes, which seemed to glow above his freckled cheeks, were deep and green as emeralds. His face was written all over with infantile concern and comtempt, though his eyes could not carry such strong emotions. Though his chubby cheeks frowned with worry, his eyes bore an adoration for tall and willowy man sitting imposingly before the inmate strapped to the table.

"Who she." The boy said sharply, thrusting his tiny finger out to point at the girl in the room. "Not Momma."

[Lenore Sinclair]

Lenore looked over at the child and smiled awkwardly at him. She had always been terrible with children; unlike animals, they were impossible for her to read. When children would cry, she had to summon every last nerve to remain composed while her head felt like it would split into two. As an attempt to deter this, Lenore forced herself to enjoy the presence of children. To be polite, she spoke to the young boy.

"Hello there, little one. What's your name?"

Perfect conversation starter! Lenore felt absolutely nothing could go wrong with that.

[Dr. Edward Gideon Bramsfield]

"Noo!" The child whimpered, stepping behind Doctor Bramsfield's calf and crouching down to hide behind his knee. His little legs trembled as he gripped the doctor's limb in fright.

He was a fickle thing, not one to be accepting. He was choosy with companions. Some people frightened him, while others of the same kind intrigued the child to no end. It seemed this girl would have to work in the eyes of the two year old.

"Aeodhan..." Edward said with a soft sigh as he stood from the chair, shifting his leg as the child clung still to his knee, "What are you doing up this early? Did papa not tell you to stay in bed until he came to get you and play?"

The man's eyes were a mix of affection and mild annoyance, but love soon won out over impatience. He gently lifted his son from the floor and cradled him in strong but wiry arms. He patted the troubled boy's back and rocked him from side to side to qualm his uneasiness over the guest in the office. His mind returned to the girl strapped to the table once again, and he cast a momentary gaze of disapproval upon her. He hated to have to reveal his son to more than those who needed to know. Although, it seemed this girl wouldn't say much to any others.

"She not momma!" The toddler pointed again "Not momma. No good. Bad, bad" he mumbled as he tucked his pale but rosy face into the doctor's hard shoulder, taking refuge in the soothing, warm scent of his father's shocked ginger hair.

"Hush, hush, now." He turned his back to Lenore and walked slowly towards a door to the back of his office, "Momma will come again one day."

[Lenore Sinclair]

"Oh dear..." Lenore spoke quietly, frowning. The attempt at communication didn't go as well as she expected. From what little she could tell, he seemed like a well-behaved boy. She attributed young Aeodhan's reaction to the nature of small children. Perhaps he sensed that she was trying too hard to like him. Then again, it could have been anything. Children were funny things... she would know from her own childhood.

Lenore's frown turned into a thoughtful smile as she replayed the doctor's actions to his child in her head. There's no way he can be completely nasty if he's that good with his son. She felt it was a shame the mother wasn't present. As curious as she was about the reason for her absence, Lenore felt it best not to ask. She'd feel horrible if she brought up sad or unpleasant memories.